Soon enough however the lingering stench of burnt hair and flesh brought him back from the dangerously addicting feeling, as he gagged from the putrid smell. Scrunching up his nose he started walking down the dirt road with renewed vigor. He had been walking for most of the day now and would soon be arriving at the town. Surely enough soon the town gates were looming up on the edges of his sight. In front of it, over two dozen people of varying ethnicities and species could be seen waiting in line to gain access to the town. Looking back towards the gate and the wall attached to it he could tell it was made from solid materials. The gate itself was over 20 feet tall and made entirely of oak wood and had steel rivets holding it together. The wall, on the other hand, was a full 5 feet taller than the gate and was made entirely out of a rough grey cobblestone. On either side of the gate built into the wall were archers’ parapets with several guards with longbows watching the crowd.


    "Hey kid eyes up here." A gruff voice suddenly sounded out. Startled Adimir looked up to see that while he was busying himself with watching the defenses of the town the line continued to move on without him until it was his turn. The man who called out to him was a red-haired human and a large one at that. He was at least 6''10" tall, and even though his light blue gambeson armor you could tell he had a very muscular frame. His uniform was, for the most part was blue. That included both his gambeson pants and shirt, and he had a pair of leather gloves and a leather helmet.


    Excitedly he pulled out a slip of paper written by his mom with instructions for where the local adventurers guild was located. He then began to follow the instructions to the letter to where he''d begin his new career as an adventurer.


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    Two hours had already passed, and he still has yet to find the guild. Adimir was now dejectedly sitting on the front steps of what was a probably now-closed shop. It seemed even in an entirely new world he wouldn''t be able to escape his infernal curse of having no sense of direction. In his previous life unless he had someone to help guide him around, he''d always get lost. So understandably he became extremely reliant upon his phone when he lived in Houston. But this wasn''t no city. It was only a town, yet he still got lost despite having written instructions on where to go. Clenching his hands into fists he swore to create a GPS spell to help guide him around, so he doesn''t get lost.


    A pair of bare scale-covered legs appeared within his vision, and Adimir looked up to see a reptaurian clad in half-plate armor looking down at him.


    Adimir then began walking between the alleyway between two buildings, and sure enough, when he arrived on the other side there was a street filled with armed people who were coming in and out of the building he was sitting behind not too long ago. And as if to throw salt onto the wound there was even a hanging sign above the doorway with the words “Kentoria adventurers guild” written above it.


    Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions.When the wind crashed into him it managed to push him back a full 3 inches before it finally overwhelmed him and knocked him off balance. Seizing this chance Adimir scrambled to get another 15 feet of distance between them before he began to prepare his next spell. By now the orc warrior had gotten readjusted and was charging towards him while yelling out a wordless battle cry.